Cadaver Garden

"Blasphemer, Heretic, Defiler of the Sacred Ones. Thou art Deprived of Your Limbs. Thy Nose Shall be Split. Thou art Cast Down and Overthrown."-Cast Down The Heretic by Nile

Morgue Supplier: S/T

March 15, 2016

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Chicago based gut rippers Morgue Supplier does exactly what their name suggests; they supply morgues with your corpse and the corpses of those who dared to cross their path. Morgue Supplier plays a sickening cross between death metal and grind, and all throughout their self titled release they mix the two very well incorporating both styles into just about every song. This self titled release is a massive one as it sports fourteen songs and stands menacingly above you ready to slit your throat and drain the crimson from your veins.

There are moments in this record that you don’t know what the hell you are going to get next. For the most part each song is a blistering nightmare that tears your skin from your flesh and your flesh from your bone, but there are instances where Morgue Supplier introduces a more brooding and down tempo style that immediately makes paste out of your bones. With that being said, Morgue Supplier doesn’t just have one weapon, they have multiple at their disposal to make you feel as uncomfortable as possible.

There is just nothing flashy about this release at all which grind shouldn’t be. What you get with this self titled release is pure filth and utter devastation. You can’t pack any more grime in here even if you wanted to and you couldn’t make this record any more chaotic if you wanted to. This is purely disgusting and Morgue Supplier revels in the stench of the cadavers that they have stacked up inside of their walls from this.

Morgue Supplier steamrolls you and minces you until you are no more. You can run and you can try to hide all you want, but the behemoth that is Morgue Supplier will find you and dish you into their ever burning furnace. These masterminds of destruction have created a cacophony of sickness and with the passing of each song your mental state deteriorates.

These Chicago decapitators eviscerate you with schizophrenic riffs, destructive bass lines, brain scrambling drums and unearthly roaring vocals. Morgue Supplier doesn’t hold back on this release and they hit you with everything that they have. Once they have the soldering iron to your temple they just keep pressing it into your flesh. This self titled is skull grinding and flesh carving grind that cannot be ignored.

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